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It had been ten years since Lawrence Kutner had left the practice of Dr. Gregory House. It had been nine years since he’d been married. It had been eight years since they’d adopted their daughter from India, and seven years since they’d purchased their first house.
    
It had been a week since he’d attended his wife’s funeral.
    
They were cleaning out the house now, getting ready to ilipat to some place smaller. Ever since his wife had been unable to work and her medical bills had started to steadily...

About six months nakaraan I wrote about Kutner standing at Thirteen's grave. Now I thought it was time for her to return the favor. Companion to I'm Sorry.


I’m So Sorry
    
I’m sorry you had a gun. I’m sorry they taught us about fatal bullet wounds in medical school. I’m sorry we didn’t make you come out for drinks with us that night. I’m sorry someone didn’t call you just as you were getting ready to do it. I’m sorry we didn’t have a case that prevented us from going home. I’m sorry we took so long to find you and were blissfully unaware all morning. I’m...